Ghost Mode

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26:06:19
19:52hrs

Ghost Mode.

I am a ghost.
Existing where mortals can
Only imagine.

Abide in unknown portals.
Oblivious to cares.
Reveling in factions
Not visualized by death.

I am a ghost in partner
With the Holy Ghost.

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  1. Unique EuniceJune 27, 2019 at 9:52 AM

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  2. Unique EuniceJune 27, 2019 at 9:53 AM

    Nice post, Faith. Keep up the good work. Also check out teenstinzblo.blogspot.com😘

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    1. TheDistinguishedJuly 9, 2019 at 1:55 AM

      I'm still surprised at how you got this link dear because I can't remember posting it. Thanks for your comment. I'll def check up yours. Love you.

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  3. UnknownJuly 9, 2019 at 6:00 AM

    Beautiful write up 💙

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  4. UnknownJuly 10, 2019 at 4:00 AM

    C'est super!!!😁

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